Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Los Angeles vol. three: the hole ablution

Brilliant in design, the house soap for the Hotel Shangri-La is an ovoid ring, which maximizes surface area while minimizing product volume.

For it is, is it not, the surface area of the soap that produces suds?

Obviously it is, with the rounded edges of the bar producing the highest lather volume as they interact with the palm, and the flat center of the soap producing the least.

Hence, the Hotel Shangri-La provides guests with a product that delivers 100 percent full-size bar satisfaction (even 150 percent satisfaction if one were expecting a puny hotel bar) with only 50 percent of the end product. And that estimation doesn’t even take into account the unusual contour shaping of the bar and hole. Not only does it provide untold lather production, it is pleasing in the hand—almost erotically so.

Doth someone profess said soap to be chintzy?

In the hotel application, nothing could be further from the truth. For even the most vigorous bather would not use an entire full-sized bar during a short stay and at the very least would lather it down to a sliver that might be the size of a regular hotel soap, which is (almost whimsically) approximately the size of the hole in the Shangri-La bar.

Behold the epitome of waste minimization with virtually no performance expense—pure poetry.

The authoress apologizes for not listing manufacture and ingredient information for the soap. Alas, being so beside herself with excitement at just being at the Hotel Shangri-La, the authoress did not retain the soap packaging. She did, however, find this link and believes the graphic shows the same product distributed in the Hotel Shangri-La.

The readership will note that the authoress’s life is like this all of the time.

For those interested in seeing what the Hotel Shangri-La really looks like, the authoress can attest that these photos don't lie.

22 comments:

Erin-speaking of sudsy, do you have anymore pics of the cleft in the tatooed lady's delightful left-buttock cleft? I'm kind of hurt nobody else had anything to say about it. Thanks for sharing, especially the photo of yourself in the turban.MR

I don't know what the hell we paid for the room. We booked through Expedia for the flight, room and car. Then we just got one giant bill.

Me no ask no questions.

This location, with the Santa Monica pier in front of us--not to mention the Ocean, and the vibrant Promenade behind us, couldn't be beat. No, you don't take a vacation like this often, but damn if it wasn't worth every nickel.

Having just spent the better part of two weeks staying in hotels (and taking pics of the toiletries, don't judge) I will say that is the snazziest soap I have ever seen. Truly beats out all the tiny, palm sized bars we collected, erm, used.

Why, thank you for sharing, Erin.No, I don't think the angle was necessarily unfair to her thigh. The tattoo seems a bit harsh to me, but that's a matter of personal taste. My kid thought it was great though.MRPS-is that a steam turban or a gas turban? xxoo

Erin...SINCE you brought it 'up' (ie the pecker in the soap)...ain't an honest guy out of a thousand who could truthfully say they didn't think the same thing.And while I'm in the gutter-when I read the heading to this post the first thing I thought of was 'surgical prep for a proceedure south of the border'.MR

When I stayed there 25 years or so ago, I reserved the room with my Dad's credit card (with his permission, as I did not yet have a credit card of my own). I didn't bring the card with me, assuming that there was no need for it. The room was prepaid, right? (Ah, the naive good old days.) Nor did I bring enough cash to pay for the room...I had given that to my Dad to pay the Visa bill.

Well, the front desk clerk, of course, asked for the card when I got there. D'oh! He was a very surly man with little sense of humor and no sympathy. He would not let me check in without the card.

OMG..here I was, stranded in Los Angeles, with very little money, and with no clue what to do. I was just about in tears.

Then, I came up with the brilliant idea of asking him to call my Dad to ask if I had permission to use the card.

He did!

After a short and very awkward conversation between him and my Dad...I was in! Amazing.

Again...ah, the naive good old days!!

(Back then, the room I stayed in was about $60 per night, if I recall. And it was bigger than the apartment I currently live in! It had a full kitchen, living room and separate bedroom. Amazing! Ah, the good old days.)

I stayed at the Shangri-La back in fall of 1994, before the renovation and it was as you say. We had a huge suite with a sitting room and kitchen. Mom, Dad, the Goat and I shared it. Dunno what it cost, my dad paid.

We were in LA to visit the set of LLV during filming.

Hence, this recent visit included a bit of nostalgia. How wonderful that it turned into an almost magical place--that goes for all of us, but especially Lil' OB.

Good afternoon, Erin...re your 'marital aid' reference above, I came across a little snippet on the AP this morning. There is a trade show going on this week in Macau (Portugal's Hong Kong) catering to the sex toy trade in the far east in general, and China in particular.A tradeshow representative had this to say: "the standard of living in China is rising and people want to upgrade their lifestyle so the market needs these products".No word on whether cupcakes, jigsaw puzzles, or long walks played into the equation. Probably the issue there would be transportation costs.Mike R